Dong Wen Jue's study is located in a remote corner of the Dong Wen Society's residence, this half-life horse, almost single-handedly raised the Dong Wen Society to the top of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, the hobby of reading books in his spare time.

Today is no exception.

Perhaps because of the heavy rains, the environment is a little quieter than before.

In the exquisite study full of antique furnishings and Japanese charm, Dong Wenyu sat at the desk, calmly reading some bound materials.

Dong Wenjue looks like he is forty or fifty years old, and the carving knife of the years has already left indelible marks on his face, and his hair is already a little gray, although his spirit is still good, but he is already at the age of twilight.

In addition to Dong Wenjue, there is another person in the study.

It was a young girl.

She stood behind Dong Wenjue, like a still sculpture, just looking at her face, this girl was definitely not more than twenty years old.

She is wearing a black ink sleeve kimono, a sword at her waist, her eyes are lowered, her facial features are dignified and beautiful, her body is light, her figure is slender, and the most striking thing is that she has short silver-white hair, which is not dyed, as if she was born, a little demonic, and it also makes her look more heroic.

This is the confidant general left by Dong Wenyu to his daughter, one of the two extraordinary "knives" of the Dong Wen Society, the demon knife Shencheng.

The linker who links the heroic soul of the famous swordsmith "Muramasa" in history, holds the demon knife "Myo Fa Muramasa", and is the strongest combat power of the Dongwen Society under the Dongwen Jue, although he is only seventeen years old, but he has already made a great reputation in the extreme road of Tokyo, and the young dragon of the Kowloon Group, the demon knife of the Dongwen Society, is recognized as the strongest two of the young generation in the extreme road of Tokyo.

Dong Wenjue looked at the information in his hand, read it carefully several times, sighed softly, and put it on the table.

In the bound book, which is covered with densely printed fonts, a photograph slides out as he moves.

The photo shows a teenager, wearing a high school uniform, carrying a purple sword bag, squinting and smiling warmly, but hiding a deeply buried firm color.

It was Kiyoshi Uesugi who was secretly photographed at some point.

Dong Wenjue took off his reading glasses with some powers, rubbed his eyes, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Shencheng, have you read these materials..."

"Well, if you are a proud disciple of my old friend, what are your chances of winning?"

Shen Cheng's beautiful face did not change at all, he still lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and replied in a cold tone: "I don't know, President." ”

"The victory or defeat of a swordsman will only be known until he has been fought."

Dong Wenjue nodded slowly, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hidekawa said the same thing to me at the beginning, heh..."

"Uesugi Kiyoshi, a very interesting young man, I have been observing him for half a year, and I don't know where Xiuchuan got such a piece of good talent from Puyu, he has always had better luck than me, and it seems that he is no exception in cultivating disciples."

"But... Hmph, with his free-range teaching method, maybe this good seedling will be cheaper in the future..."

"Looks like both the Collectibles Society and the Shinsengumi have already been in contact with him?"

"Well... Cheaper for me..."

Dong Wenjue's voice gradually deepened, his eyes flickered, as if he was talking to himself, and he didn't expect anyone to answer him.

However, after a few seconds, Shen Cheng took over the conversation unexpectedly.

"President, is it because of this person that you let Kagura serve by the side of the eldest lady instead of me today?"

Dong Wenjue gathered the materials on the table, folded them, took out a box of matches from the drawer, lit the fire, and lit the materials.

The white paper covered in words turned into ashes, giving off a scorched smell.

Dong Wenjue smiled lightly, nodded, and acknowledged.

"Well, if you go, it's going to be bad."

"Shencheng, I know you're worried about Maki, I'm worried about her too, she's my only daughter."

"But..."

"She needs to grow, she needs to sharpen, she needs to make her own choices."

"Being the daughter of my Dong Wenjue is a kind of luck and a kind of misfortune, and sooner or later she will have to face this cruel and cold-blooded world for her."

"If she keeps being so naïve... It's going to die..."

"No one can protect her for the rest of her life, I can't do it, and neither can you, Shencheng... Maki needs a metamorphosis..."

Speaking of this, Dong Wenjue stopped talking and coughed a few times weakly.

Shen Cheng raised her eyes, her expression was a little complicated, and she lowered her voice a little softer.

"I understand that the president must be on the side of the eldest lady."

"But... President, why did you send all your guards out? ”

"In today's headquarters, all your direct guards are gone, this is very wrong, now I am the only one who can protect your safety."

"Fujimura and Amamiya Gumi, the two groups you trust the most, didn't appear in the main part today... Do you have any arrangements? ”

"With all due respect, Dong Wenyu's wolf ambition is almost undisguised, he has convened the cadres in the meeting many times to talk secretly, and he is not clear with the people of the Kowloon Group, I'm afraid..."

Dong Wenjue was unaware of Shen Cheng's words, and he looked at the clock on the wall, interrupting Shen Cheng's question.

"I have my own arrangements..."

"Hmph, even if this is just a test for Maki, then I will at least leave her the capital to turn the tables."

"The two groups of [Shechu] Guards and Fujimura Amamiya are subordinates that I can fully trust, and I let them transfer in advance."

"Alright, it's almost time."

"Don't ask so much, you can go too, Shencheng, go find Maki."

Dong Wenjue reported an address.

"Find her, follow her, protect her."

The gray-haired old man slowly stood up, like a lion in the twilight.

Dong Wenjue turned around, bowed slightly to Shen Cheng, and solemnly issued a commission.

"Maki's safety is up to you!"

Seeing this scene, Shen Cheng hurriedly bowed and returned the salute.

"President! You're serious, it's my job! ”

"But... What about your safety if I'm gone? ”

"Dong Wenyu he..."

Dong Wenjue straightened up, picked up a sheathed katana from the bookshelf in the study, and hung it around his waist.

In a breath, his expression changed suddenly, and his eyes suddenly bloomed with an extremely dazzling cold glow.

At this moment, he is no longer a dying old man who cares about his daughter, but a man of the moment who stands at the apex of Tokyo's pole, a man with boundless authority and countless blood-stained hands.

"Don't worry about me, I'm the untrustworthy, ruthless, and lawless Dongwen snake in everyone's mouth..."

"Hey..."

"I'm not old enough to lift a knife!"

"Go, don't let my hard work go to waste!"

Shen Cheng bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, and still answered in a low voice.

With a calm face, she withdrew from the study and gently closed the door.

When she turned around, she was already full of murderous intent.

Not far in front of her, outside the small courtyard door of the study, stood a rich figure in a kimono.

He looks seven or eight points similar to Dong Wenjue, with a smirk on his face, fierce eyes, someone holding an umbrella next to him, and countless black suits standing behind him.

Dongwen's wolf, Dongwenyu.

To... The following grams are on!